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Quivvs

Left side’s gone to the quivvs,a hyper-gelatinous mass,plugged into the sockets,at Christmas time,while the right side gets the stabs,an epee to the thigh, then knee,or buttockal regions,flutters,not like a bird taking wing,but more like a lava soup,bubbling,never knowing where the next roiling,exploding burst will strike,the stomach doing flips and flops,spinning, twirling top-like upside down,leaning to the left,back against the chair,eyes and head akimbo,settling into a posture more reminiscent, of strangers perplexion at each other’s faces,certain they’d met before,but really only seeing a image of themselves,in a mirror of their apposite,gazing as a vacuous formless blob,drooling into the darkness,while the sunlight searches longingly,for an edgeless horizon to breach,as I wait endlessly for the symptoms to abate,that I may stagger down the hall,crawl a’neathe the covers, hug my sevencomfort pillows, affix the mask unto my face,breathe deep the lingering menthol vapors,while the slides of places I’ve never seen, flashcard through my sallow neurons,and I wander helplessly into the long goodnight.

Quivvs

Derric SavilleNovember 7, 2012

Left side’s gone to the quivvs,a hyper-gelatinous mass,plugged into the sockets,at Christmas time,while the right side gets the stabs,an epee to the thigh, then knee,or buttockal regions,flutters,not like a bird taking wing,but more like a lava soup,bubbling,never knowing where the next roiling,exploding burst will strike,the stomach doing flips and flops,spinning, twirling top-like upside down,leaning to the left,back against the chair,eyes and head akimbo,settling into a posture more reminiscent, of strangers perplexion at each other’s faces,certain they’d met before,but really only seeing a image of themselves,in a mirror of their apposite,gazing as a vacuous formless blob,drooling into the darkness,while the sunlight searches longingly,for an edgeless horizon to breach,as I wait endlessly for the symptoms to abate,that I may stagger down the hall,crawl a’neathe the covers, hug my sevencomfort pillows, affix the mask unto my face,breathe deep the lingering menthol vapors,while the slides of places I’ve never seen, flashcard through my sallow neurons,and I wander helplessly into the long goodnight.